Lord, Thou art all the offerings

Lord, Thou art all the offerings Prepared by God for us; They are so rich in meaning, So sweet and glorious. They have fulfilled God's purpose And met His heart's desire; They too have satisfied us, And faced what we require.

Thou art the burnt-oblation, Consumed by holy fire; To God as a sweet savor, Fulfilling His desire. Thou walkedst in God's presence, And all His will pursued; Thyself the spotless offering, For us to God as food.

Thou art the meal-oblation, With "oil" and "frankincense"; ' Tis holy, fine, and perfect, And sweet to every sense.' Thou art the peace-oblation, The peace for us to make, That we with God may share Thee, As food of Thee partake.

Thou art the sin-oblation, For us Thou sin wast made; By death for our redemption The ransom Thou hast paid. Thou art the trespass-offering, Thou all our sins didst bear To satisfy God's justice, That we His pardon share.

Thou art the wave-oblation, The resurrected One; O'er Hades, death and darkness, The vict'ry Thou hast won. Thou art the heave-oblation, Thou didst ascend to God; As such in heav'nly places Thou art our holy food.